AND THE STORY GOES

water may roll and the wind my break

but the soul will sway from day to day

push follows shove in this new land of make believe

and the soul flickers with a fading neon smile

and so the story goes 

from cradle to grave with a country shuffle

and the whispers travelling show

from the flush to the shallow with a lost hustle

i can fool the fools in the crowd

but the soul knows the color of life

art follows the function of sanity in this night gallery

and the soul winks at the pretty girls in the hall

and so the story goes

some days are pages read in haste and shallow

and the shadows creep in so slow

from technicolor to gray in a blurry tomorrow

the hangover of certainty shimmers like a steel guitar

but the soul feels the notes in advance

a simple sigh in this symphony of fallen stars

and the soul sneaks past the gate with a song and dance

and so the story goes

the drunk and the dreamer stumble into history

and the world may never know

but i know what it means to me